For Dad (Hour 8)

I rub the place between my eyes
The pain from simply feeling

I step outside to view the skies
A hawk, it soothes my healing

I look for you in every cloud
You rarely let me down

I wish I’d said the things I felt
When I could share unbound

You knew I loved,
yet many words
left hanging in the air

You never heard
the words, I cried
when you were barely there

But:

You may have known
How could I know?
Until I’m where you’ve been

You show me, though
That you can pierce
A veil as yet unseen

Until we meet as two new souls
We live here in this scene
With you, your birds
And I, my thoughts

Existence in between.

—

Copyright 2023, SashaS

5 thoughts on “For Dad (Hour 8)”

  1. Hauntingly beautiful! ” Until we meet as two new souls…” Beautiful imagery and language. I love the rhyming couplets scattered throughout at beginning…rhyme scheme is child-like and very appropriate as you are talking to your dad. Beautiufl work!

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